Dimly, Isra is aware that there are other people around them, but they're not important. He follows Dorian up the stairs and towards the bar snug. There's a couple of convenient hooks and he tugs off his jacket and offers to hang Dorian's as well.

"Being used sounds so good. Like, it's just, I gotta, you know?" Should he sit nearby or take the floor? "I haven't sucked cock in a while, and I dunno if that's your thing, but I remember the basics?"